1. INT. COFFEE SHOP – MORNING 1.
A normal Denny’s, Spires-like coffee shop in Los Angeles.
It’s about 9:00 in the morning. While the place isn’t jammed,
there’s a healthy number of people drinking coffee, munching
on bacon and eating eggs.
Two of these people are a YOUNG MAN and a YOUNG WOMAN. The
Young Man has a slight working-class English accent and, like
his fellow countryman, smokes cigarettes like they’re going
out of style.
It is impossible to tell where the Young Woman is from or how
old she is; everything she does contradicts something she did.
The boy and girl sit in a booth. Their dialogue is to be said
in a rapid-pace „HIS GIRL FRIDAY“ fashion.
No, forget it, it’s too risky. I’m
through doin‘ that shit.
You always say that, the same thing
every time: never again, I’m
through, too dangerous.
I know that’s what I always say.
I’m always right too, but —
— but you forget about it in a day
or two —
— yeah, well, the days of me
forgittin‘ are over, and the days
of me rememberin‘ have just begun.
When you go on like this, you know
what you sound like?
I sound like a sensible fucking
man, is what I sound like.
You sound like a duck.
(imitates a duck)
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack,
Well take heart, ‚cause you’re
never gonna hafta hear it again.
Because since I’m never gonna do it
again, you’re never gonna hafta
hear me quack about how I’m never
gonna do it again.
The boy and girl laugh, their laughter putting a pause in
there, back and forth.
(with a smile)
Correct. I got all tonight to
A WAITRESS comes by with a pot of coffee.
Can I get anybody anymore coffee?
Oh yes, thank you.
The Waitress pours the Young Woman’s coffee. The Young Man
lights up another cigarette.
I’m doin‘ fine.
The Waitress leaves. The Young Man takes a drag off of his
smoke. The Young Woman pours a ton of cream and sugar into
The Young Man goes right back into it.
I mean the way it is now, you’re
takin‘ the same fuckin‘ risk as
when you rob a bank. You take more
of a risk. Banks are easier!
Federal banks aren’t supposed to
stop you anyway, during a robbery.
They’re insured, why should they
care? You don’t even need a gun in
a federal bank.
I heard about this guy, walked into
a federal bank with a portable
phone, handed the phone to the
teller, the guy on the other end of
the phone said: „We got this guy’s
little girl, and if you don’t give
him all your money, we’re gonna
Did it work?
Fuckin‘ A it worked, that’s what
I’m talkin‘ about! Knucklehead
walks in a bank with a telephone,
not a pistol, not a shotgun, but a
fuckin‘ phone, cleans the place
out, and they don’t lift a fuckin‘
Did they hurt the little girl?
I don’t know. There probably never
was a little girl — the point of
the story isn’t the little girl.
The point of the story is they
robbed the bank with a telephone.
You wanna rob banks?
I’m not sayin‘ I wanna rob banks,
I’m just illustrating that if we
did, it would be easier than what
we been doin‘.
So you don’t want to be a bank
Naw, all those guys are goin‘ down
the same road, either dead or
And no more liquor stores?
What have we been talking about?
Besides, it ain’t the giggle it
usta be. Too many foreigners own
liquor stores. Vietnamese,
Koreans, they can’t fuckin‘ speak
English. You tell ‚em: „Empty out
the register,“ and they don’t know
what it fuckin‘ means. They make
it too personal. We keep on, one
of those gook motherfuckers‘ gonna
make us kill ‚em.
I’m not gonna kill anybody.
I don’t wanna kill anybody either.
But they’ll probably put us in a
situation where it’s us of them.
And if it’s not the gooks, it these
old Jews who’ve owned the store for
fifteen fuckin‘ generations. Ya
got Grandpa Irving sittin‘ behind
the counter with a fuckin‘ Magnum.
Try walkin‘ into one of those
stores with nothin‘ but a
telephone, see how far it gets you.
Fuck it, forget it, we’re out of
Well, what else is there, day jobs?
Not this life.
Well what then?
He calls to the Waitress.
Then looks to his girl.
The Waitress comes by, pouring him some more.
„Garcon“ means boy.
Here? It’s a coffee shop.
What’s wrong with that? People
never rob restaurants, why not?
Bars, liquor stores, gas stations,
you get your head blown off
stickin‘ up one of them.
Restaurants, on the other hand, you
catch with their pants down.
They’re not expecting to get
robbed, or not as expecting.
(taking to idea)
I bet in places like this you could
cut down on the hero factor.
Correct. Just like banks, these
places are insured. The managers
don’t give a fuck, they’re just
tryin‘ to get ya out the door
before you start pluggin‘ diners.
Waitresses, forget it, they ain’t
takin‘ a bullet for the register.
Busboys, some wetback gettin‘ paid
a dollar fifty a hour gonna really
give a fuck you’re stealin‘ from
the owner. Customers are sittin‘
there with food in their mouths,
they don’t know what’s goin‘ on.
One minute they’re havin‘ a Denver
omelette, next minute somebody’s
stickin‘ a gun in their face.
The Young Woman visibly takes in the idea. The Young Man
continues in a low voice.
See, I got the idea last liquor
store we stuck up. ‚Member all
those customers kept comin‘ in?
They you got the idea to take
That was a good idea.
We made more from the wallets then
we did the register.
Yes we did.
A lot of people go to restaurants.
A lot of wallets.
Pretty smart, huh?
The Young Woman scans the restaurant with this new
information. She sees all the PATRONS eating, lost in
conversations. The tires WAITRESS, taking orders. The
BUSBOYS going through the motions, collecting dishes. The
MANAGER complaining to the COOK about something. A smiles
breaks out on the Young Woman’s face.
I’m ready, let’s go, right here,
Remember, same as before, you’re
crowd control, I handle the
They both take out their .32-caliber pistols and lay them on
the table. He looks at her and she back at him.
I love you, Pumpkin.
I love you, Honey Bunny.
And with that, Pumpkin and Honey Bunny grab their weapons,
stand up and rob the restaurant. Pumpkin’s robbery persona is
that of the in-control professional. Honey Bunny’s is that of
the psychopathic, hair-triggered, loose cannon.
(yelling to all)
Everybody be cool this is a
Any of you fuckin‘ pricks move and
I’ll execute every one of you
motherfuckers! Got that?
2. INT. ’74 CHEVY (MOVING) – MORNING 2.
An old gas guzzling, dirty, white 1974 Chevy Nova BARRELS down
a homeless-ridden street in Hollywood. In the front seat are
two young fellas — one white, one black — both wearing cheap
black suits with thin black ties under long green dusters.
Their names are VINCENT VEGA (white) and JULES WINNFIELD
(black). Jules is behind the wheel.
— okay now, tell me about the hash
What so you want to know?
Well, hash is legal there, right?
Yeah, it’s legal, but is ain’t a
hundred percent legal. I mean you
can’t walk into a restaurant, roll
a joint, and start puffin‘ away.
You’re only supposed to smoke in
your home or certain designated
Those are hash bars?
Yeah, it breaks down like this:
it’s legal to buy it, it’s legal to
own it and, if you’re the
proprietor of a hash bar, it’s
legal to sell it. It’s legal to
carry it, which doesn’t really
matter ‚cause — get a load of this
— if the cops stop you, it’s
illegal for this to search you.
Searching you is a right that the
cops in Amsterdam don’t have.
That did it, man — I’m fuckin‘
goin‘, that’s all there is to it.
You’ll dig it the most. But you
know what the funniest thing about
It’s the little differences. A
lotta the same shit we got here,
they got there, but there they’re a
Well, in Amsterdam, you can buy
beer in a movie theatre. And I
don’t mean in a paper cup either.
They give you a glass of beer, like
in a bar. In Paris, you can buy
beer at MacDonald’s. Also, you
know what they call a Quarter
Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
They don’t call it a Quarter
Pounder with Cheese?
No, they got the metric system
there, they wouldn’t know what the
fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
What’d they call it?
Royale with Cheese.
Royale with Cheese. What’d they
call a Big Mac?
Big Mac’s a Big Mac, but they call
it Le Big Mac.
What do they call a Whopper?
I dunno, I didn’t go into a Burger
King. But you know what they put
on french fries in Holland instead
I seen ‚em do it. And I don’t mean
a little bit on the side of the
plate, they fuckin‘ drown ‚em in
3. INT. CHEVY (TRUNK) – MORNING 3.
The trunk of the Chevy OPENS UP, Jules and Vincent reach
inside, taking out two .45 Automatics, loading and cocking
We should have shotguns for this
kind of deal.
How many up there?
Three or four.
Counting our guy?
I’m not sure.
So there could be five guys up
We should have fuckin‘ shotguns.
They CLOSE the trunk.
4. EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING COURTYARD – MORNING 4.
Vincent and Jules, their long matching overcoats practically
dragging on the ground, walk through the courtyard of what
looks like a hacienda-style Hollywood apartment building.
We TRACK alongside.
What’s her name?
How did Marsellus and her meet?
I dunno, however people meet
people. She usta be an actress.
She ever do anything I woulda saw?
I think her biggest deal was she
starred in a pilot.
What’s a pilot?
Well, you know the shows on TV?
I don’t watch TV.
Yes, but you’re aware that there’s
an invention called television, and
on that invention they show shows?
Well, the way they pick the shows
on TV is they make one show, and
that show’s called a pilot. And
they show that one show to the
people who pick the shows, and on
the strength of that one show, they
decide if they want to make more
shows. Some get accepted and
become TV programs, and some don’t,
and become nothing. She starred in
one of the ones that became
They enter the apartment building.
5. INT. RECEPTION AREA (APARTMENT BUILDING) – MORNING 5.
Vincent and Jules walk through the reception area and wait for
You remember Antwan Rockamora?
Half-black, half-Samoan, usta call
him Tony Rocky Horror.
Yeah maybe, fat right?
I wouldn’t go so far as to call the
brother fat. He’s got a weight
problem. What’s the nigger gonna
do, he’s Samoan.
I think I know who you mean, what
Well, Marsellus fucked his ass up
good. And word around the
campfire, it was on account of
Marsellus Wallace’s wife.
The elevator arrives, the men step inside.
6. INT. ELEVATOR – MORNING 6.
What’d he do, fuck her?
No no no no no no no, nothin‘ that
Well what then?
He gave her a foot massage.
A foot massage?
Jules nods his head: „Yes.“
Jules nods his head: „Yes.“
What did Marsellus do?
Sent a couple of guys over to his
place. They took him out on the
patio of his apartment, threw his
ass over the balcony. Nigger fell
four stories. They had this garden
at the bottom, enclosed in glass,
like one of them greenhouses —
nigger fell through that. Since
then, he’s kinda developed a speech
The elevator doors open, Jules and Vincent exit.
That’s a damn shame.
7. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY – MORNING 7.
STEADICAM in front of Jules and Vincent as they make a beeline
down the hall.
Still I hafta say, play with
matches, ya get burned.
You don’t be givin‘ Marsellus
Wallace’s new bride a foot massage.
You don’t think he overreacted?
Antwan probably didn’t expect
Marsellus to react like he did, but
he had to expect a reaction.
It was a foot massage, a foot
massage is nothing, I give my
mother a foot massage.
It’s laying hands on Marsellus
Wallace’s new wife in a familiar
way. Is it as bad as eatin‘ her
out — no, but you’re in the same
Jules stops Vincent.
there. Eatin‘ a bitch out, and
givin‘ a bitch a foot massage ain’t
even the same fuckin‘ thing.
Not the same thing, the same
It ain’t no ballpark either. Look
maybe your method of massage
differs from mine, but touchin‘ his
lady’s feet, and stickin‘ your
tongue in her holyiest of holyies,
ain’t the same ballpark, ain’t the
same league, ain’t even the same
fuckin‘ sport. Foot massages don’t
Have you ever given a foot massage?
Don’t be tellin‘ me about foot
massages — I’m the fuckin‘ foot
Given a lot of ‚em?
Shit yeah. I got my technique down
man, I don’t tickle or nothin‘.
Have you ever given a guy a foot
Jules looks at him a long moment — he’s been set up.
He starts walking down the hall. Vincent, smiling, walks a
little bit behind.
Would you give me a foot massage —
I’m kinda tired.
Man, you best back off, I’m gittin‘
pissed — this is the door.
The two men stand in front of the door numbered „49.“ They
What time is it?
(checking his watch)
Seven-twenty-two in the morning.
It ain’t quite time, let’s hang
They move a little away from the door, facing each other,
Look, just because I wouldn’t give
no man a foot massage, don’t make
it right for Marsellus to throw
Antwan off a building into a glass-
motherfuckin-house, fuckin‘ up the
way the nigger talks. That ain’t
right, man. Motherfucker do that
to me, he better paralyze my ass,
‚cause I’d kill’a motherfucker.
I’m not sayin‘ he was right, but
you’re sayin‘ a foot massage don’t
mean nothing, and I’m sayin‘ it
does. I’ve given a million ladies
a million foot massages and they
all meant somethin‘. We act like
they don’t, but they do. That’s
what’s so fuckin‘ cool about ‚em.
This sensual thing’s goin‘ on that
nobody’s talkin about, but you know
it and she knows it, fuckin‘
Marsellus knew it, and Antwan
shoulda known fuckin‘ better.
That’s his fuckin‘ wife, man. He
ain’t gonna have a sense of humor
about that shit.
That’s an interesting point, but
let’s get into character.
What’s her name again?
Mia. Why you so interested in big
Well, Marsellus is leavin‘ for
Florida and when he’s gone, he
wants me to take care of Mia.
Take care of her?
Making a gun out of his finger and placing it to his head.
Not that! Take her out. Show her
a good time. Don’t let her get
You’re gonna be takin‘ Mia Wallace
out on a date?
It ain’t a date. It’s like when
you and your buddy’s wife go to a
movie or somethin‘. It’s just…
you know…good company.
Jules just looks at him.
It’s not a date.
Jules just looks at him.
I’m not gonna be a bad boy.
Jules shakes his head and mumbles to himself.
Bitch gonna kill more niggers than
What was that?
Nothin‘. Let’s get into character.
What’d you say?
I didn’t say shit. Let’s go to
Don’t play with me, you said
somethin‘, now what was it?
(referring to the job)
Do you wanna do this?
I want you to repeat what you said.
That door’s gonna open in about
thirty seconds, so git yourself
— my self is together —
— bullshit it is. Stop thinkin‘
‚bout that Ho, and get yourself
together like a qualified pro.
8. INT. APARTMENT (ROOM 49) – MORNING 8.
THREE YOUNG GUYS, obviously in over their heads, sit at a
table with hamburgers, french fries and soda pops laid out.
One of them flips the LOUD BOLT on the door, opening it to
REVEAL Jules and Vincent in the hallway.
The two men stroll inside.
The three young caught-off-guard Guys are:
The black young man, who open the door, will, as the scene
progresses, back into the corner.
A young blond-haired surfer kid with a „Flock of Seagulls“
haircut, who has yet to say a word, sits at the table with a
big sloppy hamburger in his hand.
A white, preppy-looking sort with a blow-dry haircut.
Vincent and Jules take in the place, with their hands in their
pockets. Jules is the one who does the talking.
How you boys doin‘?
Am I trippin‘, or did I just ask
you a question.
We’re doin‘ okay.
As Jules and Brett talk, Vincent moves behind the young Guys.
Do you know who we are?
Brett shakes his head: „No.“
We’re associates of your business
partner Marsellus Wallace, you
remember your business partner
Now I’m gonna take a wild guess
here: you’re Brett, right?
I thought so. Well, you remember
your business partner Marsellus
Wallace, dont’ya Brett?
I remember him.
Good for you. Looks like me and
Vincent caught you at breakfast,
sorry ‚bout that. What’cha eatin‘?
Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any
nutritious breakfast. What kinda
No, I mean where did you get’em?
MacDonald’s, Wendy’s, Jack-in-the-
Big Kahuna Burger.
Big Kahuna Burger. That’s that
Hawaiian burger joint. I heard
they got some tasty burgers. I
ain’t never had one myself, how are
Mind if I try one of yours?
Yours is this one, right?
Jules grabs the burger and take a bite of it.
Uuummmm, that’s a tasty burger.
Vince, you ever try a Big Kahuna
Jules holds out the Big Kahuna.
You wanna bite, they’re real good.
I ain’t hungry.
Well, if you like hamburgers give
‚em a try sometime. Me, I can’t
usually eat ‚em ‚cause my
girlfriend’s a vegetarian. Which
more or less makes me a vegetarian,
but I sure love the taste of a good
You know what they call a Quarter
Pounder with Cheese in France?
Tell ‚em, Vincent.
Royale with Cheese.
Royale with Cheese, you know why
they call it that?
Because of the metric system?
Check out the big brain on Brett.
You’a smart motherfucker, that’s
right. The metric system.
(he points to a fast
food drink cup)
What’s in this?
Sprite, good, mind if I have some
of your tasty beverage to wash this
Jules grabs the cup and takes a sip.
Uuuuummmm, hit’s the spot!
You, Flock of Seagulls, you know
what we’re here for?
Roger nods his head: „Yes.“
Then why don’t you tell my boy here
Vince, where you got the shit hid.
It’s under the be —
— I don’t remember askin‘ you a
You were sayin‘?
It’s under the bed.
Vincent moves to the bed, reaches underneath it, pulling out a
black snap briefcase.
Vincent flips the two locks, opening the case. We can’t see
what’s inside, but a small glow emits from the case. Vincent
just stares at it, transfixed.
No answer from the transfixed Vincent.
Vincent looks up at Jules.
Closing the case.
Look, what’s your name? I got his
name’s Vincent, but what’s yours?
My name’s Pitt, and you ain’t
talkin‘ your ass outta this shit.
I just want you to know how sorry
we are about how fucked up things
got between us and Mr. Wallace.
When we entered into this thing, we
only had the best intentions —
As Brett talks, Jules takes out his gun and SHOOTS Roger three
times in the chest, BLOWING him out of his chair.
Vince smiles to himself. Jules has got style.
Brett has just shit his pants. He’s not crying or whimpering,
but he’s so full of fear, it’s as if his body is imploding.
Oh, I’m sorry. Did that break your
concentration? I didn’t mean to do
that. Please, continue. I believe
you were saying something about
Brett can’t say a word.
Whatsamatter? Oh, you were through
anyway. Well, let me retort.
Would you describe for me what
Marsellus Wallace looks like?
Brett still can’t speak.
Jules SNAPS, SAVAGELY TIPPING the card table over, removing
the only barrier between himself and Brett. Brett now sits in
a lone chair before Jules like a political prisoner in front
of an interrogator.
What country you from!
„What“ ain’t no country I know! Do
they speak English in „What?“
(near heart attack)
Then you understand what I’m
Now describe what Marsellus Wallace
(out of fear)
Jules takes his .45 and PRESSES the barrel HARD in Brett’s
Say „What“ again! C’mon, say
„What“ again! I dare ya, I double
dare ya motherfucker, say „What“
one more goddamn time!
Brett is regressing on the spot.
Now describe to me what Marsellus
Wallace looks like!
Brett does his best.
Well he’s …he’s…black —
— go on!
…and he’s…he’s…tall —
— does he look like a bitch?!
Jules‘ eyes go to Vincent, Vincent smirks, Jules rolls his
eyes and SHOOT Brett in the shoulder.
Brett SCREAMS, breaking into a SHAKING/TREMBLING SPASM in the
Then why did you try to fuck ‚im
like a bitch?!
Now in a lower voice.
Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck
‚im. You ever read the Bible,
There’s a passage I got memorized,
seems appropriate for this
situation: Ezekiel 25:17. „The path
of the righteous man is beset on
all sides by the inequities of the
selfish and the tyranny of evil
men. Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the
valley of darkness, for he is truly
his brother’s keeper and the finder
of lost children. And I will
strike down upon thee with great
vengeance and furious anger those
who attempt to poison and destroy
my brothers. And you will know my
name is the Lord when I lay my
vengeance upon you.“
The two men EMPTY their guns at the same time on the sitting
When they are finished, the bullet-ridden carcass just sits
there for a moment, then TOPPLES over.
All is quiet.
The only SOUND is Marvin MUTTERING in the corner.
fucked up…goddamn, that was cold-
(pointing to Marvin)
Friend of yours?
Tell ‚em to shut up, he’s gettin‘
on my nerves.
Marvin, I’d knock that shit off if
I was you.
Then suddenly the bathroom door BURSTS OPEN, and a FOURTH MAN
(as young as the rest) comes CHARGING out, a silver Magnum in
We DOLLY into a MEDIUM on him.
The Fourth Man FIRES SIX BOOMING SHOTS from his hand cannon in
the direction of Vincent and Jules. He SCREAMS a maniacal cry
of revenge until he’s DRY FIRING.
Then…his face does a complete change of expression. It goes
from a „Vengeance is mine“ expression, to a „What the fuck“
I don’t understand —
The Fourth Man is BLOWN OFF HIS FEET and OUT OF FRAME by
bullets that TEAR HIM TO SHREDS.
He leaves the FRAME EMPTY.
FADE TO BLACK